Fresh Start

"Hey Josh? Who's that?" I asked. "He," he pointed to the boy gathering equipment, "was the greatest football player in high school history," he told me. "Was?" I asked. Josh nodded. "Before him, our team wasn't doing too well. We haven't won one game till he came along. In fact, he lead our team to the semi-finals. After our team won that game, some big shot couches asked him if he wanted to participate in their charity football match. The whole school came to watch him. Within the first 10 minutes of the game, he jumped up to hit the ball only to have a player tackle him to the ground. It was a pretty big tackle by a pretty big guy. He broke his leg in 3 different places, bruised his ribs, and fractured his wrist. Our team lost the championship and he never played football again," Josh spoke. "Again I ask... Who is he?" I asked. "That boy, is Louis Tomlinson."

7. Chapter 7

"And why should I?" Nathan asked as he tightened his grip around my arms. I let out a little squeak in pain. Louis took a step forward.

"Because you wouldn't want word to get out that the school's team captain beat up the new American student, who happens to be a girl," Louis smirked. Nathan growled and released me. I fell to the muddy ground. I groaned in pain. Nathan looked down at me then walked away. Once a bit away, Louis ran over to me.

"Thanks," I mumbled. Louis didn't say a thing. He had a hard look on his face. I looked at myself and noticed I was covered in mud. Louis reached his arms out and I swatted them away. "No... You will be covered in mud," I told him. He ignored me and picked me up. He carried me into the house and upstairs to the bathroom. It's like he knows my house just as well as his.

"Nyssa?!" I heard Leah yell. I looked at Louis and he didn't say anything.

Louis opened the door to the bathroom and sat me down on the toilet. He bent down to the cabinet and pulled out a washcloth. He turned on the facet and turned to me. He sighed then turned back around to wet the cloth.

"Nyssa!" Leah yelled again. I kept quiet.

I heard the water shut off and looked over to see Louis ringing out the washcloth. He then stood in front of me as he began to wipe my face to et rid of the mud.

"Nyssa! Where are y- Oh," Leah started to say but stopped when she came to the bathroom. Louis stopped wiping my face and stood straight up. "Hello Louis," Leah smiled. He gave her one back. "I will just be downstairs," she said awkwardly then left. I sighed.

"Look Louis. I can tell you're mad. Why are you mad? What did I do?" I pleaded. Louis ignored me and reached into the shower and turned on the water. I just watched him. He left the bathroom and came back a bit later with some clothes in his hand. He set them on the sink then reached over to feel the water.

"I will be out in the hall if you need me," he said with no emotion then left the bathroom.

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I opened the bathroom door to find Louis sit on the ground next to it playing on his phone. He looked up at me then stood up. He started to walk away but I grabbed his hand and attempted to pull him back.

"What did I do?!" I asked him. He sighed.

"You left," he mumbled. I sighed.

"Look Louis... I had to go home. My mom has been in and out of the house for a while now. I have to watch my little sister. Plus, you don't need to watch me all the time," I told him. He groaned.

"Obviously I do!" he yelled. I jumped a bit. He sighed. "I'm sorry. It's just that you were still hurt. I feel like it was my fault you were hurt so I just wanted to protect you," he said looking down. I sighed.

"It wasn't your fault. Don't blame yourself. Look, we will talk about this later. You hungry?" I asked him. He nodded slightly. "How about I make some dinner?" I asked with a smile. He gave me one back.